Six bodies. Six graves. Six pictures. Yaakov Nachumi broke down
When darkness came, and the last of the escorts trudged home, I broke down crying. Yaakov Nachumi documented the painful levaya of the Shaer family members. A day after, he writes about the refuge.
- Yaakov Nachumi, Behadrey Haredim
- ה' ניסן התשע"ב
יעקב נחומי
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Six bodies. Six graves. Six pictures.
"Just a minute, I took a picture of Evyatar, and Amitai. Now Shira. Here, I have six now. Let me just go over the pictures 1…2…3…4…5…6…"
These were the thoughts that passed through my mind at the end of a day filled with crying, pain and deep sorrow, which the soul of a flesh and blood cannot contain.
Then, when darkness came down, and the last of the escorts trudged home, I broke down crying – for myself.
A whole day of cries, terrible crying and heavy oppressiveness in the air, and I'm busy with something else altogether, as if I was on a different planet.
This is my refuge from the pressure pot. The profession, the obliging work – protect.
Itamar. Amitai. Shira. Eliav. Evyatar. Guy.
May their memory be cherished.
Six bodies. Six graves. Six pictures.
"Just a minute, I took a picture of Evyatar, and Amitai. Now Shira. Here, I have six now. Let me just go over the pictures 1…2…3…4…5…6…"
These were the thoughts that passed through my mind at the end of a day filled with crying, pain and deep sorrow, which the soul of a flesh and blood cannot contain.
Then, when darkness came down, and the last of the escorts trudged home, I broke down crying – for myself.
A whole day of cries, terrible crying and heavy oppressiveness in the air, and I'm busy with something else altogether, as if I was on a different planet.
This is my refuge from the pressure pot. The profession, the obliging work – protect.
Itamar. Amitai. Shira. Eliav. Evyatar. Guy.
May their memory be cherished.